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Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

"It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

"Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

"You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

"Call me Death..."

Paragon of Death

Atop the towering mountain, the Draconian and Lacy crouched low behind a cluster of rocks, their eyes locked onto the surreal scene unfolding below them. The vast valley stretched out before them, and down in the valley, an eerie spectacle played out.


Hundreds of undead soldiers, their pallid skin contrasting sharply with the dark armor they wore, stood in formation. It was a chilling sight, as they worked together in perfect unison to lift the massive war tanks above their heads. These tanks, each one a formidable war machine, were being transported through a narrow pass that led into the territory of the Khan tribe.


The two observers exchanged bewildered glances. They had never witnessed such an extraordinary display of necromancy. No human realm necromancer was known to possess the power to control such a vast number of lesser undead soldiers. The Draconian couldn't help but wonder how Derek could manage this feat with his current mana reserves.


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